not my usual kind of posting but i genuinely hate how unpleasant having chronic gastrointestinal issues makes your life. even if it was more socially acceptable i would still be in excruciating pain every single day of my life just for doing something that's necessary to live. the fact that it also makes other people think you're disgusting and embarrassing just compounds the misery.

Character, book, and author names under the cut

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS Season 1, Episode 8, "The Prophecy Comes True"

(via @jatersade )

So far we've seen Dan Feng in these (at least most likely unreliable) narratives as this imposing, stoic and regal figure.

What if he was just as unhinged, possibly even more unhinged, than even the Trailblazer?

Everybody has their quirks, from the wild to the mundane. What's Dan Feng's quirk?

Voluntarily poisoning himself (for experiments).

When he was just a young'un, one of the first things he did when he visited the Alchemy Commission was deliberately let a snake bite him just so he could experience the effects of the venom. He was forbidden from being left alone in the medicine cabinets without a supervisor.

When Baiheng first visited Dan Feng for a lunch between actual friends, the sheer volume of her panicked screams would make you think she happened across a dead body. And of course she would scream at the sight of the nearly dead body of the Luofu's High Elder, keeled over on the floor just barely breathing from the poison in his lunch because he refused a food tester. And then she finds out Dan Feng knew his lunch was poisoned, and wanted to guess what kind of poison it was.

When it happened in front of Jingliu, she punched Dan Feng in the stomach hard enough to make him puke it all back up and carried him all the way to the Alchemy Commission.

Yingxing once went on a peaceful walk with Dan Feng in Fyxestroll Garden and listened to Dan Feng talk about botany and plants he recognized. (Haha, he's nerdy~)

He turns his head just for a moment to really appreciate some water lilies and lotuses; and when he returns his attention, Dan Feng is chewing on something.

Neither of them brought food.

Yingxing: "What are you eating?"

Dan Feng freezes like a cat caught in 4K.

Yingxing looks behind him and notices another brightly (and quite dangerously) colored flower bushes.

Not too long ago, Dan Feng was quite excitedly rambling about those specific flowers being poisonous:

Yingxing: 😱 "SPIT IT OUT!! SPIT IT OUT RIGHT NOW!!!"

Dan Feng: 👀

Dan Feng flees at 15 meters per second so Yingxing can't catch him.

And despite his best efforts, including stationing a Cloud Knight in every nook and cranny hidden somewhere on the Luofu, Jing Yuan failed to account for the random potted plants in the Seat of Divine Foresight.

Not a single one of them is medicinal, let alone edible.

Oh dear.

they make me so unbearably miserable and i have such deep brainrot for them right now. anyways !!!!!! throws up . also i fear tumblr has destroyed the quality rip commissions

the trio with the most neurodivergent rizz in all the xianzhou alliance

commission for @hutauos, possibly the best commission i've ever drawn (og image under read more)

pov: you're yanqing and jingliu bout to beat you up

the three men who broke everyone's hearts and then their own

[image ID: image consists of a tumblr post in two parts. the first half reads "'oh no, we're all doomed by the narrative' maybe you are. i'm the narrative's favorite." (end quote) jing yuan is beside it to imply he is the speaker, with a confident smile and one arm outstretched, while jingliu, blade, dan heng and baiheng are above the image and slightly faded out to imply they are the ones doomed by the narrative. the second half of the image reads "update: turns out this is not a good thing for me."(end quote) a second picture of jing yuan, this time frowning to reflect the change in mood, is behind the second sentence.]/end id

Currently thinking abt Jingliu’s story quest, spoiler’s ahead beware —

I’m thinking about how much of an impact Jingliu’s torture had on Blade and how fucking devastated Jingliu must’ve been to go through with it. I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve still been reeling from the new effects of the abundance and his possible regret and grief for ending up as the very thing he hated and swore to fight against—

I’m thinking about the way Jingliu must have chased him down after hearing or- or seeing and experiencing them attempt that resurrection and feeling utterly betrayed by two of her closest friends— two people who were supposed to be Baiheng’s closest friends— (How could they do that, how could they do that, how could they do that?!) —and swinging her sword, the Shard Sword (the one he made— the one he gave to her), at him mindlessly and hurt, with the intent to make Yingxing feel the same way.

I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve first felt when he died — the first taste of nothingness to cleanse him of the utter agony of devastation and grief, and then the horrible feeling of everything when he was resurrected again. I think about the way Yingxing, so open and honest, feeling so deeply, must’ve ley out a sob when his chest began to heave again. I think about the way Jingliu must’ve watched with tears of frustration and agony shining in her own eyes. (You did this to yourself. I failed by not stopping you but you and Yinyue-jun were the ones who disgraced her memory first — you have no right to cry like that!)

I think about the way Jingliu must’ve made a conscious effort to destroy his hands— his pride and joy, the ones that made the Shard Sword she turned against its creator. I imagine her throwing it on the ground after the first— or one of the first few of his many deaths, telling him to “Rise” and “Stand” to face her, forcing him to fight over and over again living over a hundred deaths as punishment for what he did.

I think about the way ‘Yingxing’ must’ve slowly died in this process of hours or days of endless torture and punishment with his heart as an artist splayed out and destroyed, flesh bared and heart unbeating as the artist in his mind marvels at the beauty and fantastical agony that became his existence until he no longer thinks; mind rewritten with Jingliu’s preachings of “The three who must pay the price.” and her merciless sword techniques and lessons. I think of how Yingxing, the existence that he was, had truly been killed and warped in all the suffering Jingliu imparted on him — and I wonder how they could ever mend that bridge again.

I think about Jingliu stopping only after the hundredth death as now Blade stands on steady feet with muscle memory from the past nth deaths until Jingliu turns her back with her final lesson and parting words; satisfied, but not fulfilled, by the way she’s carved her presence and regrets into Blade’s mind and body irreversibly. I think about the way she spared ‘mercy’ to him by leaving him astray and to escape the Xianzhou and Luofu. I think about the effort it must’ve taken Blade to chose aimless wandering over eternal sentence… or maybe that too had been Jingliu’s choice.

I think about Jingliu, walking away with nothing but white noise and mara screams, echos of the past, filling her mind until her body gives out from restless days of fighting Blade, forcing onto him the punishment she so strongly believed he deserved — because she couldn’t rest until the lesson had finally set in, what kind of teacher would she have been if she had? I’m thinking about the way her body collapses to the ground like a puppet cut from its strings with no one to catch her and no one to see her at her weakest as she mourns for everything they once had but can never have again because of what they did. Because of what all of them have become.

And finally, I think about the reports that must eventually reach Jing Yuan at the divine seat of foresight. I think about the way he must feel; knowing one of his friends is irreversibly dead and the other three have torn each other apart in that grief. I think about how destroyed he must be, choosing between his duty and his lovers— but finding all too much fault in the choices they made and the suffering they have caused. I think about the decisions he would have to make and the punishment he’d have to invoke on Dan Feng becoming Dan Heng in spite of his emotions, because he is the last one left. And if no one else can remain on the Luofu then he must be the one to carry their memories.

I think that the High Cloud Quintet are irreversibly scarred by themselves and by each other, and I wonder how they’ll ever be able to mend things.

📢 calling all high-cloud quintet lovers !! 📢

i've compiled a google doc of ALL CURRENT LORE REGARDING THE HIGH-CLOUD QUINTET (main story, chara stories, chara voice lines, etc.) so that ppl can see everything all in one place 🫶

posted this originally on twitter but i figured it’s be a great time to cross post here too since i just recently updated it with 1.1 and 1.2 info ^^

please feel free to reach out to me on twt or discord for suggestions or fixes!! 🙏

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old friends meet yet again